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acordeth with my service in lovinge of this precious Margarite-perle.
After whom ever, in my herte, with thursting desyre wete,
I do brenne; unwasting, I langour and fade; and the day of my
desteny in dethe or in joye I †onbyde; but yet in th'ende I am
comforted †by my supposaile, in blisse and in joye to determine
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after my desyres.'
'That thing,' quoth Love, 'hastely to thee neigh, god graunt
of his grace and mercy! And this shal be my prayer, til thou be